I can’t help but share the tidbits and conversations that come out of our little guy during our drives in the car.
Recently, we were driving along, some classical music playing on the radio, just the smallest amount of heat coming out of the car on a crisp, Fall day, when I heard coughing from the backseat.
“Are you okay, Buddy?”
“Me no sick, dada. Me BRAVE!”
A few moments later, his arm goes up in the air in a fist, like he’s about to fly.
“You certainly are, buddy.”